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  My part was over. I stepped out of the bar and back to the beach, wondering exactly when I could call a taxi to go back to the hotel. I leaned against a palm tree and looked out at the water, my jangled nerves soothed by the sound of the waves coming in and out. I heard steps beside me, and there was Chase, leaning against the same palm tree.

  “Nice night, isn’t it?” He smiled, and my heart sank.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  “So, why won’t you talk to me? We’re supposed to get to know each other, Sienna.” He smirked, a bit of that arrogance I’d first seen coming into his face. He leaned closer to me, his shoulder touching mine. I moved away.

  “Come on, Chase. You show up with some other girl at the wedding, and I’m supposed to just be fine with that. And I’m supposed to talk to you like we’re best bros. Or worse yet, brother and sister.” He laughed. I tried to huff away, but he caught my arm, moving to stand in front of me.

  “So you’re disappointed too, aren’t you?” His face was earnest.

  “No,” I responded, my voice curt. He sighed heavily and drew me closer, his broad hands on my arms.

  “You are,” said Chase, more insistent now. He looked into my eyes, and I couldn’t look away from the deep sparkling blue of his.

  “Well, yes, sort of. But Chase, I don’t do this kind of thing. I’m not this sort of girl.” I waved my hands, gesturing to myself. I looked in the mirror and saw a lack of delicately done makeup, a lack of the bright blond hair Chase seemed to favor, a lack of anything exciting at all. “And I’m not the kind of girl you want … not even for a one night thing. I’m inexperienced … and I’m betting you’ve fallen into bed with a lot of women. You know, with the way you look and all.”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, chuckling. “You're right. I have slept with a lot of women, but there's something about you that absolutely electrifies me. And I want it. Now.”

  “Chase, this is ridiculous.” He pressed his body into mine, just as I'd imagined during my shower. He gripped my waist and let his hands roam down to my ass. He squeezed it gently and let his fingers run over my thighs. He ignored what I said.

  “You really are a beautiful woman.”

  “Chase.” My heart galloped in my chest, sending a flush over my chest and up to my freckled cheeks. The slight sunburn wasn't helping the heat I felt, rising quick and steady between my legs. Chase lowered his lips to my collarbone, his tongue darting out and touching me there, sending a shock straight through me. I gasped, and a small moan escaped my lips. Chase moved one hand over the silken fabric of my dress, gently touching the curve of my hip and moving the backs of his fingers up over the curve of my breast. His hand just glanced against the peak of my nipple, bringing it to stiffness.

  “You want me too,” he said, moving his lips up my neck. My skin turned to gooseflesh, and I closed my eyes as he took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently. The fire increased its warmth, bringing my body closer to the point of no return. I moaned, instinctively accepting his body into mine. I drank in his heady, masculine scent, mixed with the sun and the salt. A rush of wetness came to the folds of my pussy, and I knew that any more of this would get me in trouble ... and I'd be right back where I started with Chase.

  “It's just a biological response,” I mumbled, taking his hands and pushing them away.

  "No it's not," he said, taking me back in his arms and crushing his lips against mine. His tongue darted between my lips, giving me the taste of what I’d longed for that entire day. I did want him … and what was the harm in admitting that? I moved my hand to his head, caressing his golden hair. His lips were firm and warm, beckoning my lips to his. He bit at the bottom lip playfully, almost growling with his desire.

  “Fine,” I moaned, “But what do we do about it?”

  “Hugh is taking your mom to St. Croix after this, and everyone is as drunk as hell. Come back to my cabin with me. Just for tonight. You don’t have to stay beyond the morning, but let’s enjoy this now. Or we might regret it for the rest of our lives.” I threw my head back and laughed at his dramatic words.

  “You really know how to sweep a girl right off her feet. What about Miss America over there?” I gestured to his date.

  “Her? She’s enjoying the free booze, but beyond a quick conversation at your hotel, I don’t know her at all.” Miss America swayed in the breeze, flirting with one of my cousins.

  “Okay,” I said, smiling at him.

  “Okay … you’ll go with me … now? Before anyone notices?”

  “Yeah,” I said, “But let’s go before anyone sees.” He took my hand in his and pulled me along. I stumbled in my heels and kicked them off, walking over the clean white sand and up to the tiny parking lot by the beach. Chase texted the taxi service he’d been using, and we stood there, looking at the stars as we waited. The wedding continued on behind us. It was easy enough to forget that we were now officially brother and sister. The taxi driver pulled around the corner, and I laughed to see the same old man who had picked me up twice before.

  “The boyfriend!” He yelled out of the window, and we ran to the taxi, falling into the car in a tangle of limbs. Chase kissed me, and I let him, leaning into his, warm comforting arms. “Ah, I told you that the island has a way of bringing people together.” I laughed and held Chase’s hand as we drove up to the cabin. The electricity of his touch seemed to hold me in place, secure in the notion that he had picked me … that even though circumstance conspired to keep us apart, he was willing to take a chance with me.

  “What would our parents think?” I leaned in to Chase’s ear and whispered, burying my head in his neck.

  “Does it matter?” His response was somehow soothing, somehow exactly what I needed to hear. The mountain road was bumpy beneath the cab’s wheels, forcing us closer together, making the electricity spark deep inside of us. I could feel that he needed me as much as I needed him.

  The cabin rose before us, perched at the top of the hill above the twinkling lights of the town below.

  “Here we are,” said Chase, handing the cab driver his pay. Chase opened the door and pulled me out of the car, taking me in his arms as the cab driver descended down the mountain and into the night.

  “On the date we never got to have last night … right after our parents’ wedding.”

  “Let’s not look at it that way.” He held my hand, filling me with warmth and longing. We ran up the steps of the cabin, stumbling over each other and kissing as Chase fumbled with the keys. He turned the lock, and we fell inside, the fire inside of us fully ignited. He crushed his lips against mine and moved his hands to my back, deftly unzipping my dress and letting it fall to the floor in a pile of soft silk and crinoline. My heart pounded in my chest. What if one of our parents found out? What would they say? They might ignore it, favoring their own personal dramas over ours, or they could make it into their own drama.

  Chase traced his fingers over the lacy line of my bra, catching my nipple again. As if he was reading my mind he paused and looked at me with that sparkle in his eye.

  “They’re not here right now, Sienna. They won’t know if we don’t want them too.” I nodded and gulped. I knew there was no going back now. Even if I stopped it now, I knew I’d jump on him in the morning. If I left, I’d probably be back the next day, drawn to him like a drug.

  “I know,” I said, trembling at his touch. He continued to move his hands over my bra, bringing his mouth to my collarbone again, moving his lips south to the sheer lace of my bra. He pulled a nipple into his mouth and snaked his tongue around its edges, sending an electric shock to my pussy, filling me with wetness. He reached around my back and unhooked my bra, letting the bra fall to the floor. His eyes were immediately drawn to the curves of my breasts, and he put his hands on them, cupping them gently.

  “Lovely,” he said, “Just the right size to hold.” I giggled and kissed him as he rolled both nipples between his fingers, sending another rush of wetness b
etween my legs.

  He moved the back of his hand over my stomach, feeling my curves and winding his way down to my panties. He hooked a thumb inside the waist band and pulled, slipping the lace down and over my ass. The panties fell too, and I stepped out of them and away from the pile of clothes I'd shed for Chase. Braver now, I pulled him to me and kissed him on the mouth, my body empowered by the cool night air flowing over it. I shivered as my skin pressed against the fabric of his button-down shirt and pants.

  He kicked his shoes off, stumbling backwards and sitting on the couch. I laughed and fell onto him, straddling his legs and offering my body to his. I pressed into him and felt that he was already hard for me. I reached down and unbuckled his belt, helping him slip down his boxers and pants. He unbuttoned his shirt and kicked his pants away, finally showing off the muscles I'd been wondering about. Chase pressed his warm, soft lips against one nipple, pulling it into his mouth and sending that electricity through me again. He pulled away and put his mouth to my ear, grabbing me roughly.

  “I wanted to taste you from the moment I first saw you. And now I'm going to.” He pushed me down onto the couch and spread my legs apart with one strong hand, laughing as I gasped and arched my body toward his. He moved his fingers to the hot, wet place between my legs and moved his fingers along the silken folds he found there. He traced his fingers over my clit, moving in small circles around the tiny button. I trembled under his touch, the shockwave of desire rising in my body.

  “So wet for me? It is for me, right?” He looked up at me and I laughed.

  “Definitely,” I whispered. He looked at me, as if trying to read my face. He continued moving his fingers over my clit, making the sparks of sensation move through my entire body. Without losing eye contact, he slipped two fingers inside of me, thrusting deep inside and pressing his thumb hard against my clit. I groaned and pushed against him with primal need.

  “You wanted this when you first saw me, didn’t you?” He pulled his fingers out and thrust them in again, pressing against the most sensitive spot inside.

  “Mmmm,” I responded, my voice lost somewhere inside of me. Yes, I had. Had I? Certainly once he’d held my hand on the plane.

  “Tell me you wanted me, Sienna. I need to hear you say it.” He pressed his thumb against my clit, harder and more insistent. He lightened the pressure, flicking his thumb back and forth over his clit.

  “Yesss,” I groaned, the heat building inside of me.

  “Yes, what?” He pumped his fingers inside of me in a steady rhythm.

  “Yes, I wanted you,” I murmured.

  “Good girl,” he said and pulled his hand away from my aching pussy, moving both hands to my hips and diving between my legs, hungry for me. Chase took the sensitive nub of my clit inside of his mouth and moved his tongue around it, sucking gently and filling me with a heat I’d never experienced before. I arched my hips and bucked against his face, the response totally instinctual. I grabbed his hair and pulled it, eliciting a groan that vibrated and trilled against my pussy. Chase licked my pussy gently, his lips as firm and sure as they had been on my mouth. I bucked against his face, moaning with pleasure. I was coming to the edge of explosion, tipping over into that blank oblivion I had never found with anyone else.

  I panted and brought my hands to my breasts, pinching my own nipples and tipping over that edge. The fire built inside of me, reaching a fever pitch. The tongues of fire leapt over my thighs and brought themselves to a deep, rich fullness between my legs. I cried out in pleasure, lost in Chase’s perfect touch. The climax ripped through me, my body shaking and my toes clenching against the cushions of the sofa. My legs shook, and he glanced up at me, moving so that he lay between my legs, his head on my stomach.

  “You taste delicious,” he murmured, kissing my belly and moving his fingers over the soft skin of my thigh.

  “I bet you do too. Sit up so that I can find out.” He laughed and sat up, and I moved to kneel before him, taking him in my hand. He groaned, and I began stroking him just a little, moving my other hand over his legs and up his abdominals so that I could examine and appreciate the beautiful body he had sculpted. I liked to think he’d made it just for me, just for this moment. My body responded to the thought, sending tendrils of desire to my pussy again.

  Chase’s cock was hard and thick, hot in my hand. I smiled and rubbed my thumb over the head, savoring its size. I got even wetter at the thought of fitting it inside.

  Soon enough, I thought. I took the head of his cock in my mouth, and he moaned again, arching his own hips toward me. I traced my tongue around the tip and took the full length of it in my mouth. I licked down the shaft and up to the head again, this time putting my lips on him and taking him all the way to the back of my throat. I tasted the heady, alkaline precum and felt him tensing and thrusting, his fingertips lightly touching my hair. I brought my hands to his thighs and took him further inside my throat, swallowing so that he could feel the muscles there. I felt his muscles began to tense, and I yearned to taste him, but he gently pushed me away. I met his eyes, my face showing confusion.

  “I want to be inside of you,” He murmured, pulling me up so that I straddled him again.

  “Oh yeah? Is that what you want?” I had a teasing note in my voice, one that I’d never heard before. I pressed my pussy against his throbbing cock, and I kissed him again, tasting my own essence on his lips. My body thrummed with longing as my clit brushed against his hot skin. I looked deep into his ocean-blue eyes, parting my lips from his and moving myself so that he was pressed right at the opening of my drenched pussy. A hot flush rose over my body, mixing with the sunburn again. The woozy feeling of fever overtook my body, and I groaned with the thought of his entering me.

  “Please,” I sighed. He pressed the tip of his thick cock against the slick flesh and entered me slowly, stretching me and making me full. An agonizing wave of desire washed over my body, and I cried out as he took me by my waist, lifting me and then lowering my body onto his. Filled to the hilt, I looked in his eyes, relishing the contentment and desire I saw there. My consciousness seemed to flicker in and out as I began to ride him, my body opening to accept him. Somehow, I’d let myself fall for this man, my stepbrother … forbidden and so different from me.

  I rode him in earnest, my body hot against his. I closed my eyes and threw my head back in pleasure, arching my back and moaning as I took him inside of me again and again. I’d craved him all along, and even if it was only tonight, it was worth it. He brought his hands to my ass and squeezed it, his own breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps.

  “So good,” he murmured, pressing his lips to my nipple again and biting down ever so gently on the rosy, sensitive flesh. I let out another moan as I felt the fire rise in me again, another climax building inside of me, slower and sweeter than the first. The tension increased between my legs, and he took me by the waist, lifting me up and down. I gave my body over to him, letting the orgasm roll over me in sweet ripples, more intense and longer than the last. My body tightened against him, relentless and primal in its need for release.

  At the same time, Chase’s muscles tightened and brought forth his own climax. He brought me closer to him, holding me in his arms and bucking against me, kissing my neck as he came deep inside of me. He let forth a mighty groan and held me against him, bucking inside of me again and releasing once more.

  “That was a good first date,” Chase said, his head against my shoulder. I laughed out loud, kissing his neck and tasting the salty sweat we had created together. I moved my mouth to his and kissed him again, letting him hold me.

  “What now?” I asked. I knew this wouldn’t continue beyond this week, but I was willing to take a chance and stay, ignoring the idea of our parents and the wedding. Our brief affair would be a shadow on our lives after this, but one that would fade into a peaceful, warm memory. Might as well make the most of it.

  “I was thinking about making margaritas. And getting in the pool.” I laughed a
gain.

  “That’s not exactly what I meant, but I’ll take it.”